When I first admitted to myself that I needed care, it was after having spent 3 days lying in my own filth, unable to get up. This time it was the realisation that the only thing I had cooked in the previous week was a bowl of popcorn. And sking for help is hard.
Migraine is no leopard. It changes its spots all the time. And when migraine changes, life gets a bit tough.
It’s day three of Migraine Awareness Month and I probably should have posted something before now, but I’m really strugglingContinue Reading
Last week I addressed the Standing Committee on Health’s inquiry into how new drugs come to Australia. I told themContinue Reading
In the budget on Tuesday night it was announced that Emgality would finally listed on the PBS. This is aContinue Reading
One of the saddest things I have repeatedly encountered in advocacy is bullying.
Recently I revealed that I’d gone off Aimovig. Well, I cracked, and I’m now back on it. But it looksContinue Reading
I forgot how incredibly ugly migraine can be.
This morning I started International Women’s Day with a chat with Canadian migraine warrior Maya Carvalho. We talked about theContinue Reading
After two glorious years on this miraculous, life saving drug, I have given up Aimovig. I didn’t want to. I shouldn’t have had to. And I’m furious.
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